Song of Songs 2:1-7

Jenny, Jenny
girl with skin the color of copper pennies
I asked her what she do
she says she paints volcanoes
it's true

Oh, Jenny how do they blow?
Cus I don't know
I ain't like no volcano

I'm like a dragon
with a belly of fire
i smoke at the nose
there's a furnace in me
I'm like a mythical creature
nobody believes or sees or knows

Jenny, Jenny
girl with skin the color of copper pennies
I asked her what she do
she says she paints volcanoes
it's trues

Oh Jenny, how do they blow
I don't know
I aint like no volcano
I aint like something that's dormant and cold

How do they blow
I wouldn't know
I aint like

Thank you for telling me
at the garden cliffs
in the clean sunlight
about your canvass and paints
you made me think
a woman could be so simple
you made me think

I aint like

is what you reap what you sow?

I am a passenger
And I ride and I ride
I ride through the city's backside
I see the stars come out of the sky
Yeah, they're bright in a hollow sky
You know it looks so good tonight

I am a passenger
I stay under glass
I look through my window so bright
I see the stars come out tonight
I see the bright and hollow sky
Over the city's a rip in the sky
And everything looks good tonight

Singin' la la la la la-la-la la
La la la la la-la-la la
La la la la la-la-la la la-la

Get into the car
We'll be the passenger
We'll ride through the city tonight
See the city's ripped insides
We'll see the bright and hollow sky
We'll see the stars that shine so bright
The sky was made for us tonight

Oh the passenger
How how he rides
Oh the passenger
He rides and he rides
He looks through his window
What does he see?
He sees the sided hollow sky
He see the stars come out tonight
He sees the city's ripped backsides
He sees the winding ocean drive
And everything was made for you and me
All of it was made for you and me
'cause it just belongs to you and me
So let's take a ride and see what's mine

Singing...

Oh, the passenger
He rides and he rides
He sees things from under glass
He looks through his window's eye
He sees the things he knows are his
He sees the bright and hollow sky
He sees the city asleep at night
He sees the stars are out tonight
And all of it is yours and mine
And all of it is yours and mine
Oh, let's ride and ride and ride and ride...

Singing...

 

Album: American IV: The Man Comes Around



I hurt myself today

To see if I still feel

I focus on the pain

The only thing that's real

The needle tears a hole

The old familiar sting

Try to kill it all away

But I remember everything



What have I become?

My sweetest friend

Everyone I know

Goes away in the end

You could have it all

My empire of dirt

I will let you down

I will make you hurt



I wear this crown of thorns

Upon my liar's chair

Full of broken thoughts

I cannot repair

Beneath the stain of time

The feeling disappears

You are someone else

I am still right here



What have I become?

My sweetest friend

Everyone I know

Goes away in the end

You could have it all

My empire of dirt

I will let you down

I will make you hurt



If I could start again

A million miles away

I would keep myself

I would find a way

Words and music by Linda Laurie

Big ole ruby red dress wanders round the town
Talkin to herself now, sometimes sitten down
Don't you get too close now, ruby runs away
Poor ole ruby red dress born on a sorry day
I can hear her say

Leave me alone, won't you leave me alone
Please leave me alone now, leave me alone
Leave me alone, please leave me alone, yes leave me
Leave me alone won't you leave me alone
Please leave me alone, no leave me alone
Leave me along, just leave me alone, oh leave me

Big ole ruby red dress, everybody laughs
Say she's got no future and never made no past
Something hurt that ruby, shomething she can't bear
Ya look at her real close now, you see a little tear
When she says now

Leave me alone, won't you leave me alone
Please leave me alone now, leave me alone
Leave me alone, please leave me alone, yes leave me
Leave me alone won't you leave me alone
Please leave me alone, no leave me alone
Leave me along, just leave me alone, oh leave me

Some folks say some farm boy up from Tennessee
Taught it all to Ruby, then just let her be
Her daddy tried to hide it, tried to keep things cool
But something happened to Ruby, she broke down to a fool
who just said now

I am on a lonely road and I am traveling
Traveling, traveling, traveling
Looking for something, what can it be
Oh I hate you some, I hate you some
I love you some
Oh I love you when I forget about me
I want to be strong I want to laugh along
I want to belong to the living
Alive, alive, I want to get up and jive
I want to wreck my stockings in some juke box dive
Do you want - do you want - do you want
To dance with me baby
Do you want to take a chance
On maybe finding some sweet romance with me baby
Well, come on

All I really really want our love to do
Is to bring out the best in me and in you too
All I really really want our love to do
Is to bring out the best in me and in you
I want to talk to you, I want to shampoo you
I want to renew you again and again
Applause, applause - life is our cause
When I think of your kisses
My mind see-saws
Do you see - do you see - do you see
How you hurt me baby
So I hurt you too
Then we both get so blue

I am on a lonely road and I am traveling
Looking for the key to set me free
Oh the jealousy, the greed is the unraveling
It's the unraveling
And it undoes all the joy that could be
I want to have fun, I want to shine like the sun
I want to be the one that you want to see
I want to knit you a sweater
Want to write you a love letter
I want to make you feel better
I want to make you feel free
Hmm, Hmm, Hmm, Hmm,
Want to make you feel free
I want to make you feel free

Hi my name is Fred Englberg
when I want it to be
sometime I feel like Salvador Seeker
who seeks the world’s bright light
in the world’s darkness
generally trips on a rock called Ego,
falls head first into a bottomless pit marked
“Enter all ‘ye here who would know illusion from reality”
de dah de de de de...
or I may become Jason Complacent,
he’s the fat man who lived in contentment and peace
next door to a graveyard
he was born there, he lived there and when he died there
they just buried him next door
but they shipped his fortunate furniture
to a distant cousin in Johannesburg, South Africa
Or maybe I’d turn into Bartholomew Bitter
who was born with a sigh, learned how to cry
and forever followed the tear in his eye...
then, on the cloudy rebellious mornings I might turn into
Matthew Muscle,
whose answer to the confusing hustle and bustle of the
human race
is thirty five push-ups and a punch in the face,
any face, any place
or perhaps; with a little effort...
Sylvester Sedation;
he’s a new face in the nation
who when peyote and pot were being legally sold
got himself arrested for smoking dried cranberries
rolled in parking tickets 3 years old...
But between who I am, who I would be, who I can,
who I could be
somewhere in that gray neighborhood, misty
that’s who I am.
Who are you?